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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine and I'm not getting anything from writing these. It's just fun to imagine a different world from JK and WBs well made characters.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
First bit is nice n spicy <3
The second half fought me the whole way

Chapter 10
The Cockblock
He had been dying to put his tongue back inside her cunt. Desperate to taste her again, longing from the moment he woke up. He's perfectly aware that he took advantage of her kindness when she came to him in the courtyard. He could've agreed to go to her room, to go into her bed where she was more comfortable but he didn't want her having any control. He needed to be on top of this situation and the idea did spark a feeling deep in his groin. He often imagines her alone in her bed, asleep and he joins her between the sheets. He would run his hands over her body and slip his fingers into her tight hole, waking her with pleasure. He was convinced it would always be a dream.
Yet she was here on his bed. Her back arched and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her hips tightly against his mouth while he licked her into a blinding orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him as she struggled to sit back up, her stomach still tensing with her thighs, the aftershock not being gentle on her. He softly laps up her mess, only nudging her clit with his nose to make her jerk her hips and cry out. She's so sensitive it makes him fantasize sliding his cock into her, thrusting into her with punishing force after she comes, pushing her to her next orgasm without giving her time to catch her breath. He wants it so desperately.

He sits back on his heels, placing his cheek onto her thigh and looks up at her, admiring her heaving chest, her bottom lip red from digging her teeth into it. If he could take a photo of her, he would at this moment; she's beautiful and flushed and the way she's staring at him makes his cock twitch and he licks his lips.
"Shit, Granger. You've no idea what I'm feeling," he growls. His blood is running hot, this wonderful curse driving him forward to take more from her. He finds that he is struggling to keep his trousers on. He wasn't the type to make a woman shag him and with her serious views on consent, he doesn't want to risk her giving him yet another hex on top of what has already affected him. She sat up, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugged him up. She runs her hands down to his shoulders, one caresses his face and swipes her thumb across his wet mouth.
"It's not fair how good you are at that." she says quietly, bringing her thumb to her lips and dragging her tongue over it. He looks at her the same way he did under the bridge in Hogsmeade; stunned at how sexy she is without even trying. He squeezed his hard on through his trousers and she tracked his movements.

"It's not fair how good you taste." He leaned forward to kiss her, his lips pressing desperately and his hands skating up her sides to start unbuttoning her shirt. She grabs his wrist and he meets her eyes, worried he just stepped over a line.
He thanks every god in existence as she mutters against his lips, "You first." His heart leapt into his throat. If he is going first, then she is going second and that means they'll both be stripped bare. Together. He tried to stay calm as he scrambled to rise to his feet. He couldn't stand to think she would notice how eager he was to strip for her.
He starts at the button under his throat, deftly pulling them open bit by bit, his eyes locked on hers. She was setting his skin on fire with her gaze, his chest pounding so hard he feared it would burst from his ribs. He is suddenly so glad that he ran out of his potion as he undoes the last button and slips his shirt off for her hungry stare to drop down and devour his body with her eyes. He reached down to pull her to stand and placed her hands onto his chest, knowing she wanted to touch him but probably felt too shy to do it herself.
She carefully runs her fingertips along his collarbone and down his chest, eyes glued to his muscles as he flexed under her exploration, feeling a bit of his ego flare at her fascination. He is dying to know what she's thinking and wishes he could peer into her mind, just for a moment. He wants to feel what she's feeling. He wants her to feel how insanely right it feels to have her hands on his skin, sparks exploding when she made her nails scratch lightly down. She snagged both of his nipples between her fingers and pinched, making him inhale sharply. He exhaled quietly, "Your turn," not wanting to break the bubble they were building around themselves.

The buttons on her shirt never stood a chance. She dropped her hands to work at the bottom and he got two buttons undone at the top before he lost his patience and firmly gripped her shirt and ripped it open. She gasped, the pink returning to her cheeks and her eyes glared at him. "Draco-" He cut her off with his mouth on her again, his tongue dragging languidly against hers when she parted her lips for him.
He knows she remembers his playful threat about his name but is still surprised when her hands dip to his belt and he cups her face in his hands, pulling her closer, his teeth clashing against hers in his need to pull her closer, to kiss her harder, to make her feel how badly he wants her. She nipped his lip as she finished unbuckling his belt and with a flick, she unbuttoned his pants. He mustered all of his willpower and pulled away, they share a few heavy breaths, his eyes darting between hers, searching, overthinking.
"Granger, I don't- It's okay if we-'' Her hand slipped into his hair and she tugs back, making his head tilt up to the ceiling as she places hot kisses along his throat. She lavs her tongue over his pulse point and he knows his heartbeat has sped up as she slipped her other hand into his trousers and brushes against the swollen red head of him. He hopes he doesn't embarrass himself again when she wraps her hand around him. The weight of his belt drops his trousers to the floor, leaving him in his pants, his cock pulled from the top as her hand worked over him. He gripped his fingers over hers and stopped her. "You make me crazy-" He finally finds his voice, its raspy but he has to say it. "-but you don't have to do this. I can fight it."
He struggles to breathe when she meets his eyes, smiles a saucy little grin and slides down onto her knees. He choked and dug his hands into her hair when she presses a kiss to his cock head. This isn't real. He's dead or he's losing his mind. He worries for a split second that something about his condition is transferred to her, forcing his lustful feelings onto her as well. That she doesn't really want this and he is just lucking out. It's the only thing that makes any sense.
The door opens behind him and he barely has time to register it when she sits back and covers her face in her hands as Theo's voice comes out as a laugh. "Don't stop on my account!" Draco felt rage pulse through his body, hot and vicious as he whirled around and roared at him.
"Get the fuck out, Theo!!" He stooped and snatched one of her shoes off the floor and chucked it at him, it knocked against the door when Theo dodged it, leaning back and smirking but putting his hand over his eyes, abiding by their usual rule when one had company. Don't Stare. Get What You Need. And Get Out. and of course, Don't Mention It - Ever.
"I just need my book for class." He scoots sideways like a crab to the side and fumbles his hand on his dresser.
Draco growled dangerously, "Five. Four. Three-" Theo scrambled and backed to the door stammering apologies. He knew once Draco got to 'One' there would be hell to pay; bruises and blood. Typically he wasn't violent for a reason as simple as walking in on a girl but this was Granger. This was, as far as his current mindset feels, his woman. And he would burn down the world to keep her safe, secure and happy. He realizes he had moved to block her from view, even though Theo had covered his eyes, he wanted to cover her, keep her decency from his roommate's perverted sight.

Theo's body slipped out the door and when there's a soft click, he lets a hard sigh out and runs a hand over his face. "Shit, I'm so sorry." He tucks himself back into his pants, only then realizing he had been left out, most likely the reason Theo had covered his eyes. She rises to stand behind him and wraps her arms around his stomach, her soft touch sending goosebumps along his body and he takes a shuddering breath.
He hears a deep gasping sound from her and closed his eyes. 'Fuck, now she's crying.' he thinks he's ruined it. He worries she's going to storm out and he will literally die because she will never want to be around him again, this curse being the actual death of him. But there is a snort and her fingers squeeze his abdomen as she shakes and he hears it; she's laughing. She presses her forehead to his back and he relaxes his shoulders, placing a hand over hers and feeling a crooked smile come onto his face.
"What a mood killer- I'd prefer the ice bath." She said, calm as day and he could hear the smile in her voice. He turned and carefully reached over to fasten the surviving buttons on her shirt to give her some modesty. He leaned down to get his trousers from the floor and sat on the edge of his bed as he pulls them over his feet.
"Theo, the world's biggest cockblock. And don't worry, he won't say anything. I'll make sure of it." he grumbled. She sits next to him, playing with the edge of her partially opened shirt.
"Suppose I should thank him." her voice is quiet and he knew she was regretting every choice she made since she found him hunched over in the courtyard.
"Make sure it's after I break his nose." He scoffs, feeling so tense he wanted to burst. She glanced down at his fists as he stood to pull and fasten his trousers, semi-modest again. "I used my best move and he fucking ruins it."
She giggles and scoots back from the edge of his bed when he sat back down. He wonders if she's afraid to be too close to him now. It made him feel like a beast. "That's your best move? To kidnap someone and toss em on your bed? Threaten them with a trip to Italy?"
He looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk, "No, I've never had to drag someone kicking and screaming into my bed before, believe it or not." She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. He saw a glimpse of a purple scar along her hip bone and wonders where it goes and what it's from. He raises his eyebrow at her when he noticed her turning pink against her neck instead of her cheeks. "Granger- is that jealousy?"
"No!" She answers quickly and twisted her gaze to the other side of the room. "How are you feeling? You look less sick now."

He turned and touched her calf with his fingertips, trailing along down to her foot to remind himself she is still there. "I'm better. Probably because I'm with you. Either that or your cunt is as magic as you are." She scoffed and smacked his hand off her leg, making him chuckle. "No, I'm fine. Harder than stone but I can handle that if you'd like to freshen up. The bathroom is just there." He motions to a door between the two bedroom sets. "Just, give me a few minutes here." He flashes her smirk when her eyes jerk back up to meet his.
Hermione glanced at the door and back at him and he watched her bite her lip for a moment. She slipped from the bed and carefully stepped over some stray books and clothes on the floor to the door while he leaned forward and climbed up to his pillows. He watched her go but doesn't wait for the click of the door before he flicked his trousers open again and gripped himself. He knew he couldn't keep himself under control if he didn't fix this before she returned.
Draco twisted his palm over his head, gathering the drips and coating his length with it as he tugged it out of his pants. His head thudded against the headboard, the taste of her fresh on his tongue, the memory of her lips softly kissing him where he has fantasized so many times spurring him on. His eyes snapped open when he heard her small gasp and noticed she hadn't moved from midway to the washroom door. Her eyes locked onto his hand moving over himself and it made him still.
There's suddenly a look that crosses her face when she licked her lips and met his stare, her blush drifting over her nose and down her chest. She stalked forward slowly, step by step, like a wildcat moving towards him, waiting to eat him whole. He tentatively stroked himself once and felt his throat tighten when her eyes darkened. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came as she reached the edge of his bed and it dipped as her knees sank into his mattress. She scooted forward and sat on her heels by his side, her hand drifting up her knee and under her skirt. He squeezed himself, realizing her eyes were rivited to his fist and continued when he saw her exhale a breath, her hand reaching the gold between her legs.
The other hand snaked up under her shirt and grabbed at her breast quickly, like she couldn't wait and he groaned. She shifted how she was sitting, leaning back and letting her skirt ride up her legs. He can only just peek at her hand between her thighs but he can tell she's pushing her fingers into herself and the pink rises to her cheeks again as she takes heavy gasps with each move.

His brain is short circuiting as he pumps himself harder, her eyes tracking the movement, heavy with lust. She licked her lips again and he wondered if she could still taste his cock from kissing it. Wonders if she's thinking of doing it again, making him burst because of her hot little mouth. Or if she's thinking of cleaning him up after. She didn't seem to mind his taste when they were under the bridge. He switched hands and brushed his thumb over his head, just like she did the first time she touched him, gathering his slick and he leaned to the side to brush it across her lips.
He choked out a gasp and growled when she sucked it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed with the pressure and he thinks he is hallucinating. This isn't real; it can't be real. She parted her lips when he pressed down under her tongue against her teeth until she let him drag her mouth open, her saliva gathering and dripping down to his fingers. His hips jerk up into his hand, staring into her throat, thinking about his cock being in that mouth or her tight cunt. Anywhere inside of her, he isn't picky.

He can't take much more of this and he's suddenly glad she didn't put him in her mouth. Gods know he wouldn't have lasted more than a minute. He pulled himself completely free of his pants and released his grip on her, grasping himself to coat his cock with her drool. His other grabbed his sack, squeezing and rolling them as he picked up speed. His head knocked into the headboard again as he drifted his hazy eyes across her body, her face, her lips now bright red, pushing breaths from them. She tensed and trembled, a shuddered groan from her throat accompanied by her hips bucking forward and, "Gods, Draco." and he felt it singe his very bones.
It was right there, his orgasm was on the doorstep, banging the door down to come through. His eyes pierced through her as she leaned forward, still flushed and wrapped her fingers around him, pumping his cock with her hand next to his, her fingers still slick with her own come. He covered hers with his, showing her how he needed it. He tried to say her name but just a wheeze came out as she dipped her head and wrapped those pretty lips around his head. His toes curled as he shot his spend into her mouth, the first burst startling her to pull back, covering her lips with her spare hand and squeezing him with the other while the rest of him spilled onto his stomach, launching up to his chest with the force of it.
His head swirled, trying to find words, thoughts, anything that made any sense other than the sparks fading from his vision. His brain, his lungs, his heart and his cock all stuttering and fluttering and throbbing, nothing working as it should be. It was like he was too drunk to even sleep as the room spun as he took in as much oxygen as he could, his fingers still wrapped around her hand even after she let go of his cock.
"Fucking shit you drive me insane, witch. Salazar's sack, I can't-. You just-" He growled out looking over her and she smiles slightly, he returns it and huffs a laugh and drags both his hands through his hair and over his face. He summoned his strength and called his wand. With an 'tergeo' and a lazy swish, he cleaned himself and dropped his arms back to the bed, having no energy left but to tuck his cock back into his pants and curl over to rest his head on the pillows.
"That's probably the curse," she blushed but shifted up and laid beside him, trying to catch her breath as well but studying his face. She must have felt bad she did something without him saying it was alright, it was like watching him in the shower way back when this first started. He just gave her a lazy smile and grabbed her arm, tugging her to roll and lay against him.
"I don't even care if it was the curse, you're fucking stellar, Granger."
"Shut up, Malfoy." she whispers as she places a hand on his chest and tweaked his nipple again. He laughs.

~**~

A loud knock woke them, tangled in each other, her face pressed into his chest and an embarrassing spot of drool from her mouth. She wiped her mouth and blinked her eyes and his mind supplied a single word, 'beautiful' to echo over and over in his thoughts. He wondered vaguely if it was him or his condition that caused that. He didn't have the time to think thoroughly about it.
"Oi! Open up, you git! Put some bloody clothes on!" He recognized the voice of Theo, the last person he wanted to interrupt after he already had once. He looked over to her and searched her nervous eyes before he pulled the blanket from his bed over her and hopped up to unlock the door. He tugged his joggers on and tied them before he flicked the lock and cracked it open.
"On a scale of 10 to your fucking life, how important is this, Nott?" he snapped through a slit in the door.
"It's on a scale of- Snape fucking knows she's here and needs to see you. Right now." Theo snapped back, the same vitriol in his tone. His face twisted to a mocking smirk. "I decided to be a prize and come get you for him. Tried to save the three of you being scarred for life and chucking all over our room. You're welcome."
Draco ran his hand through his hair and swore under his breath. He turned back toward her, now sitting up in bed and afraid, clinging the blanket to her barely closed shirt. "I need to go for a bit, Granger."
Theo shoved his head through the crack of the door. "Both of you. He wants to see you both. He knows what's happened." His eyes flashed and a chortle comes from his lips. "Well, he knows about the love potion thing. I don't think he could stomach what you've been up to in here." They both look to Granger and see she had paled, her olive skin looking unwell.

"Shit, it's okay. Hey-" Draco comes to the edge of the bed and leans over to grab her chin. He pulled her face to meet his eyes. "It's okay. Yeah? We can get you out the door and no one needs to know anything. I'm sick and you were here to help. Alright?" She took a few deep breaths and pulls out of his grip, fumbling with her broken buttons and trying to look presentable.
Draco turned to his chest behind him and pulled out a black jumper and tossed it to her. "Here." She looked up at him, confused as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulders. Her fingers rubbing against the soft material, cashmere, she probably never felt it before. He would laugh if the thought of Severus stalking into his room right now wasn't weighing on his mind. He picked up the jumper from her hands, bundled it to the neckline and pulled it over her head. "Come now, Hermione. You need to get it together."

The sound of her name seemed to snap her out of her haze and she finished pulling the sweater on. He shuffled around and gathered his shoes, picking one of hers up and tossing it on the bed. He glanced around while he sat down to slip then onto his feet, trying to locate her other one. His face snapped up when Theo crossed into his room toward Granger. He felt panic rise in his throat, his blood suddenly hot and opened his mouth to snarl that he get the fuck back but.
Theo held out the other shoe to her, his charming smile on his face but he looked sheepish and didn't look her in the eye. When he glanced at Draco, he must see his face is tight because Theo backed out of the room with his hands up. "He's in the common room." The door clicks closed softly and Draco turned back to her.
"Are you ready?" She stands and looks at him, she chews her lip for a second and he wants to stride over and kiss her again. Going without the Never Love is going to kill him.
She finally nods at him. "Throw me over your shoulder again."

"What?" His mouth twitches up into a smile of disbelief.
"Throw me over-"
"Oh no- I heard. Did you like it that much?" he couldn't help the joy in his voice as he said it.
Granger crossed her arms and glared at him, "Listen. You carried me into your room so you need to carry me out. If you don't want it to seem.. h-how it is, it needs to seem like I'm reluctant to be here 'helping' you." His eyebrows shot up as he takes in her words.
"Alright.." he said slowly. "For the record, I don't care what it looks like anymore but for your sake-" He stooped and grabbed her thighs, hauling her over his shoulder. "I'll do whatever you ask of me."
Her hands gripped the back of his shirt as he walked with purpose out the door and down the narrow hallway and back down the steps into the Common Room. As if on cue, she loudly complained. "Will you put me down already, you sodding brute?!" He caught Snape's eye and smirked at him before depositing her onto the empty leather couch with a disgruntled sound from her mouth.
"Malfoy! You-" She swung around to glare at him but froze when she set her eyes on Snape and he almost had to applaud her ability to act. It was well played considering there were others in the common room and he could already hear the whispering.
"Miss Granger. Would you be able to accompany me and Mister Malfoy to my chambers? There is something we must discuss." Draco watches Snape's eyes trace over Granger, her appearance disheveled and wearing his jumper, at least two sizes too big for her small frame. He felt his eye twitch and didn't realize when he moved to stand in front of her, blocking the Professors' scrutinizing stare. He only realized the older man's eyes sharpening to a glare at him.
Granger finally speaks. "That's fine, Professor. Although, I couldn't tell you anything that Dr- that Malfoy here couldn't." Draco turned and took her arm, pulling her gently to her feet as Snape turned with his billowing cloak and strode towards the portrait exit. She briefly gripped her fingers over his before letting go as they followed his path out. He was thankful for the moment of reassurance and he wondered if her friends always had the comfort of her support. If they always knew she would be there, ready to back them up and he felt a little jealous that he knows they did. That she was always there for them. Maybe after all of this, she could be there for him, too.
Which also led him to think if he would be able to be there for her if she needed him. He thought of all of the friends she had already and realized she wouldn't ever need him. Not for anything. The conclusion leaves a bitter taste in his mouth as they reach Snape's door, a complicated locking spell and they're standing in his sitting room.
"Come through, please, Miss Granger." Draco's been here many times. He's been here more this year, pacing at his fireplace, arguing with Severus about taking the Dark Mark, screaming that he has no choice but to do what he was ordered. It feels like years ago now, Granger having taken up so much of his focus, the room of hidden things was long from his mind and he was thankful.

"Who wishes to start? Miss Granger, I imagine you could give me the bullet points on what's happened to Mister Malfoy?" Granger looks pale again, like the thought of listing through all the things that had happened since the library a month ago was literal torture for her. Draco cleared his throat and flicked his wand, dropping a log in the fireplace and it started burning brightly.
"Something happened around the Christmas Party. We didn't know for a while but I know Zabini knows something. He gave me a drink I didn't recognize and shortly after something zapped my head like a stinging jinx. And I nearly-" he trailed off, extra details weren't important. He stood next to Granger with his arms crossed while she fidgeted with his jumper sleeves. "Bottom line is, I'm like a damn beast in heat. For Her and it's ruining our lives."
Snape uncrossed his legs and recrossed in the other direction. "I see. Can you tell me the-" Snape's eyes flicked to Granger and back, "symptoms so I can figure out what is needed? I'm actually quite adept at potions, Mister Malfoy."

Draco grit his teeth and built resolve in his mind, trying to put the rampant emotions in the back and focus on how they felt and not reacting to them. "A pull, a carnivorous need to touch or at least be close to. Dreams" He said the word pointedly and shot a glare at Snape, daring him to ask him to expand on it. He didn't. "I felt like I was dying, my magic and energy all drained from me when the Never Love love potion repellant ran out. I could barely sleep, nausea, nose bleeds, I could ruddy smell her and it hurt worse once I was walking away from where she was." Draco shook his head at the memory and reached down to stop her hands pulling at his jumper. It was expensive, she couldn't ruin the threading.
Snape stood and went behind his chair, summoned a quill from the air and wrote a few things down on parchment. There was a wet uncorking noise and liquid sloshing and he stepped around to Granger, placing a glass of amber liquid in her hands. "You're looking faint, girl. Drink this."

She lifted it to her lips but Draco snatched it from her grip, it sloshed about. "Don't!" He growled and slammed the glass onto the table. He locked eyes with the Professor and glared. "I don't know if this has been a set up. I don't know if you've been trying to make me drag her to you. And I don't know if you want her dead." Draco stepped in front of Snape and he felt the venom in his throat. "I know what you really are, Severus. And-"
Snape cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt. "And I know what you are, boy! Don't forget. We are in this together." Draco winced as he felt Snape try to probe into his mind, he lashed his arms out, clawing at the larger man as he roughly pushed into his thoughts. But the pain suddenly stopped and he dropped to the floor. Granger was next to him, speaking but he couldn't hear her with the rage pounding in his ears. "How long has the jealousy been there?" Snape asked calmly, picking up the glass abandoned on the table and taking a sip. He sat back down and trained his eyes on the fire.

Draco coughed and spit blood onto the floor. His head hurt like it had been kicked in. "Since the 3rd day of contact." His rage still boiled but his occluding was working overtime; he buried it under his memories of his childhood.
"And Miss Granger. Do you feel anything...unusual? Different?" Granger helped Draco to his feet, he swayed but she still managed to move him back where she was sitting. He pulled her down next to him, his arm going around her waist in a protective move and she turned a vicious red in the firelight.
"I- yes. I do. Like a magnet."
"Visions?" Snape's nose curled in disgust, "Fantasies?"
"Yes," she squeaked out. "Only when he is close by." The Professor hummed and swirled his drink before raising it to his lips again.
"I believe I know what your affliction is. Give me four days and I'll have a cure. Until then.." He finished the drink. "Who else knows?"
Granger shook her head, "No one, really. I've told Ginny Weasley but I guess I must tell Ron something now." Snape pursed his lips and turned to Draco.
"Just Theo. And whoever did this to me."
"I see. Let's keep it from spreading around for now. The headmaster might have another repellant for the time being. I've been told you are being put in your own quarters for now, Draco. And Miss Granger is allowed to stay with you, if she wants to, overnight. If it keeps you from dying, it's allowed." Snape's lip quirked a bit upward. "Your father would have my head if you were to befall anything so unpleasant."

Granger turned pale again and Draco put his hand around her shoulders, squeezing her against him.
Snape glared at the motion. "Headmaster Dumbledore is waiting for you on the fifth floor stairwell." He waves a dismissive hand.
"But-" Granger's head snaps to the door and back at him. "That floor's empty. It has been empty since we started here!"
Snape grimaced. "Yes, well. It will be nice and quiet for you, then. You won't be...disturbed." He rose suddenly and disappeared around a corner and the two students looked at each other.
"Want to be locked in another room with me, Granger?" His smirk was feral and she scowled at him.
"Not particularly."
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